Yang Fan didn't speak, whoosh, five iron nails flew out, and the hands of five people ready to draw their guns started bleeding profusely.
A few screams echoed in the room, and the leading white man angrily looked at Yang Fan, "Do you know what you're doing? Do you know where this is? Do you know what Wuji is?"
The man attempted to pressure Yang Fan using the name of the organization Wuji.
It's just a pity Yang Fan wasn't intimidated, "Make a call immediately, to your boss Wuji, just say someone named Yang Fan wants to see him."
"Who do you think you are? Do you think just anyone can meet Wuji?"
A shadow flickered past, and the next thing you saw was the man letting out a scream as Leng Feng grabbed his head and slammed it hard against the wall.
No matter how the man struggled, Leng Feng dragged him in front of Yang Fan, his forehead a bloody mess.
"I'll say it again, call Wuji."
